The Disappearing Light

"Hm. You'd think from my diaries it was Deepfrost..." Sam mumbled. He did not blush either, but it was more from a lack of blood than a sense of propriety. "I suppose it shall have to depend on the poem." Jigano asked of ghosts and zombies and Sam shook his head. He wasn't sure quite what he had seen in that room, but neither of those words felt right. "No. They looked as if they were alive, as you would see them just...just like you see me now. Everyone was drinking, and happy. And Zariah...well, we all seemed to have people that were connected to us. I believe hers was..was Ronin." The details of the Spire were getting mixed up in his head, he knew, as time went by. That tended to happen with hard memories; they would tangle and change until he was no longer sure if they were real. But he tried his best to answer Jigano's questions, always desperate to please. "I ran away from the Spire and into town, and I fell in the street. I was...very hurt. Remi found me, and took me in, let me...ah...drink..." He looked off, chewing nervously at his thumbnail at this detail. "The Core...did you not...see her? The...woman..girl...inside the Spire. Who was trapped there. The Voice...is her Voice. They are the same. ...I....think." He was not a master in Ascended theology. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child